Wrong Country
On the way to work yesterday I was contemplating how I just don't have crushes like I used to. I was worried that men would never satisfy me again. But then this couple came into the store. I thought the guy was kind of cute, nothing major, but then he talked to me. He had the sweetest, gentlest English accent I've ever heard. He wanted a certain pant for his girlfriend, who was busy trashing my dressing room. I couldn't speak. I had to avoid him the rest of his visit because being around him in all his foreign hotness was too much. I was so giddy! And I realized, my libido isn't lost, it's just in another country. I also realized that I'm incapable of talking to cute men.
Santa Claus has it made. The man at our mall only works for a month of the year as Santa and travels around in an RV the rest of the year, living off his copious holiday earnings. The only drawback is that he has to maintain his natural Santa appearance, and he's still fairly young. I want that kind of peace with my job. As enticing as it sounds, I could never sustain an entire month of misery, even for 11 months of freedom.
Santa Claus has it made. The man at our mall only works for a month of the year as Santa and travels around in an RV the rest of the year, living off his copious holiday earnings. The only drawback is that he has to maintain his natural Santa appearance, and he's still fairly young. I want that kind of peace with my job. As enticing as it sounds, I could never sustain an entire month of misery, even for 11 months of freedom.